Rendezvous With Death | Killing Kennedy

I have a rendezvous with death at some
disputed barricade when spring comes
back with rustling shade and apple
blossoms fill the air a half ever on day
with death when spring brings back blue
days and fair it may be he shall take my
hand and lead me into his dark land and
close my eyes and quench my breath it
may be I shall pass from still I have a
rendezvous with death on some scarred
slope of battered hill when the spring
comes north again next year in the first
meadow flowers appear
God knows to have better to be pillow
deep and centered down pulse NIDA pulse
and breath the breath where love drops
out in blissful sleep and hushed
awakenings are dear but I have a
rendezvous with death at midnight in
some flaming town when spring trips
north again next year
and I ate my pledged word am true I
shall not fail my wrong before